"I should be heading off soon, after playing and winning a lot of turf wars, earning 'big' amounts of money, and experience, with 'little' breaks, it does get tiring."

"What? But you've been an awesome player, I want to play some more with you!"

"I appreciate the compliment, but I am getting tired from this, and I don't want to suddenly collapse during a match, do I? Don't worry, there's always a tomorrow."

"Aww... Ok then..."

"Alright, see you then."

An inkling can be seen walking out of the Inkopolice Tower. The inkling had green tentacles, brown eyes, and white skin. He wears a CoroCoro cap, a white anchor tee, and gold hi-horses around his feet. In his right hand, is a jet squelcher.

"Wait, Tom! Wait!" A feminine voice called out from inside the tower. Causing Tom to cease his walk and turn back towards it.

"What is it?"

Another inkling comes out of the tower. She has large, pink tentacles hanging down her sides, the common 'hairstyle' for girls, brown skin, purple eyes, and wearing the full SQUID GIRL outfit. Her right hand is holding a Splatershot Jr.

"Can I... Um... H-have your... Autograph?" She hesitantly asked. It only made Tom raise an eyebrow.

"Autograph?" He repeated.

"Y-yeah." She, again, hesitantly spoke as she got out a book that she somehow fit in her pocket. That, and a pen.

"Huh, I never thought to have a fan. But I don't see why not." Tom happily said.

He takes the pen and writes on a page in the book. Saying:

'Be the battler I know you can be.

-Tom Kelpton'

"Oh my cod! Thank you so much!" She squealed.

"Uh, Your welcome." Poor boy having to put up with that high pitched noise. It took a minute for the girl to calm down.

"You know..." She started. "I think you'll become famous."

"Really? What makes you think that?" Once again, Tom's eyebrow is raised.

"You seem to win every game. By a lot every time too."

"Well, there are many experienced players, veterans more like. I'm just one of those who's been battling for months. A veteran." Tom explained. "Either everyone I battle seems to be newcomers, or I just happen to be pretty good."

"'Pretty good'?" The girl repeated with wide eyes. "You were exceptional!"

That one got Tom's cheeks to turn slightly red for a moment. "I wouldn't call myself that. But if that's what you think, I won't judge."

"But you're like, the best of the best! You battled other high-levelled players like they were noobs." The girl continued.

"I wouldn't use the term 'noobs', but to be fair, I was in it to win it. I'm not really one of those who mess around in a time like Turf Wars." Tom admitted. "But like I said, it does get tiring. Besides, it's closing soon anyway."

"Is it!?" As the still-unnamed girl got out her phone shaped like a squid, the time on it reads 19:56. "Oh..."

"Again, like I said, there's always a tomorrow."

With a sigh, "Yeah, I guess so." She disappointingly said.

"Ok then." Tom nodded. "See you then."

Finally, both inklings parted their ways. 'I'm not sure whether to be surprised or not if I get any more fans...' Tom thought to himself.

Fishy Dishes, a nice and quiet café/bar for inklings to get a snack, drink or just chill out at. A nice alternative to the plaza. It is also one of Tom's favourite places.

The interior isn't as posh, or expensive, or the best in general. But it isn't the worst either. There are several brown tables around the edge, each with 2 to 4 chairs around them. Some of them already occupied by inklings. At the end, is the bar itself. With tall stools surrounding it and a bartender on the other side.

"Hey! My old pal, Tom!" The bartender called out with a grin on her face.

"Heh, hey Sam." Tom called back, while walking towards the bar and its tender.

Sam Krillsky is a good friend of Tom, a few years older than him, but still a good friend. She has blue eyes, long, blue tentacles tied into a ponytail, which is quite rare for a girl, and tanned skin. She's about a foot taller than Tom, and she's wearing the standard café uniform, which looks similar to a typical waitress's uniform. The key difference, is that the parts that would be white would change colour to match the tentacles. In Sam's case: Blue.

She is always happy to serve Tom drinks and listen to any stories he may have. But because she works at the café, she and Tom aren't able to spend much time with each other. So this is pretty much the only place they can do so, when Tom pays a visit at the café.

"So what you want this time?" Sam asked as Tom got on to one of the stools.

"I'll just have the usual."

"Blended shrimp?"

"That's right."

"Alright then. One glass of blended shrimp, coming up." Sam happily said as she turned around to prepare the drink while Tom gets out a few coins. "You want ice?" She jokingly asked.

"What!? Why'd..." Tom's eyes widened a lot at that question. "Ice cubes are used in fizzy drinks or to keep a drink cold! Blended shrimp isn't meant to be cold!"

"I'm only joking, Tom." Sam laughed. "Calm down."

That only got Tom to growl slightly. But soon calmed down by taking a deep breath through his nose.

"Well, here ya go." A large glass full of a beige liquid with small remains of shrimp is placed in front of Tom. While the coins are scooped up by Sam. "So, anything interesting happening recently?"

"Well, I seem to have a fan." Tom started, while taking a sip of his drink. But suddenly eyed at it strangely, however, he soon dismissed any thoughts about the drink.

"Problem?" Sam noticed his reaction, her face showing concern.

"This drink seemed to taste different from last time, but that's probably just me."

"If ya say so. But anyway, what do ya mean by 'a fan'? Is someone a fan of ya?" Sam's head tilted to the side, with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, this girl asked me to sign an autograph. Then she told me that she thinks I'll get famous."

"Famous?" She repeated. "What were ya doing?"

"I was simply being good at turf wars."

"I hardly believe that. There are hundreds of experienced turf war players, players that are good at it. Why you out of everyone else?"

"She was going on about me being exceptional, the best of the best, that kinda thing."

"I see. Well, you may have a fan, but don't you dare think that you're as famous as the squid sisters." She playfully pointed at Tom.

"I know I'm not 'famous'." Tom quoted that last word. "But I'm more famous than you." He smirked.

"Oh har har har." She laughed sarcastically. "Very funny. Hey, I actually have a day off tomorrow." Sam quickly changing the subject.

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, I've been working practically all day, everyday. And my boss allowed me to have a day off. So I chose tomorrow. At least this is a good chance for us to hang out."

"I suppose it is. Alright then, how about the plaza tomorrow morning?" Tom suggested.

"Actually, I don't think I've been at your place."

"Wait, really? After all this time we've known each other?"

"No, I don't think I've ever visited your place."

"Huh, ok then. Flounder Heights, room 417."

"That's your home?"

"Yup." Tom confidently said.

"Ok then, how about 10 am?"

"Sounds good to me." Tom said with no hesitation.

"Sweet!"

"Alright then, I'll be off now." All the while Tom and Sam were talking, Tom was occasionally drinking his blended shrimp. Finishing it off and handing the empty glass back to Sam, Tom slides off his stool and walks towards the exit. "See ya!" He calls back.

"Bye!"

Outside seems a little darker than before, the sky turning from a blue to a fiery orange, some street lamps are turning on, lights in apartment complexes can be seen turning on as well. The overall city activity seems to have dropped a little.

'Beautiful scenery, but I should be getting home soon.' Tom thought to himself while looking up.

A sigh of relaxation escapes his mouth. And he takes off towards one of the turf war maps, that doubles as an apartment complex, Flounder Heights.

Back in the café, Sam was grinning to herself. 'Now I just have to wait.' She thought, as puts a small, empty glass container back in her back pocket.

Tom's home is decently large. With all the essential needs for any inkling: TV, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, plenty of space to walk around in, anything an inkling needs. This apartment room has a spare room that would be used as a guest's bedroom. Tom, however, uses it to store all of his weapons that he accumulated over his life in the city.

There's a huge variety of weapons in there, Splatershots, rollers, blasters, sloshers, pretty much any weapon an inkling can get from Ammo Knights. The whole place is tidy and sorted. With each weapon class grouped separately.

After placing the Jet Squelcher back to where it belongs, and the ink tank, Tom came out with his eyelids half shut. His movement is slow, his left arm dangling at the side, and the other is on top of his head. A large yawn breaks free.

"Ugh, why do I have this headache..." Tom muttered to himself.

Outside an open window, thousands of bright stars can be seen. But what stands out in the dark blue sky is the moon. Big and bold, sticking out like a sore thumb. Many lights on the streets and rooms alike are on.

The door to the bedroom opens, as Tom trudged through it. His eyes are struggling to stay open, as he makes his way straight to his bed. As soon as he was close enough...

FLOP

Tom just flopped onto his bed, face-planting into the pillow. Not even bothering to change out of his everyday clothes, nor even getting under his quilt. It wasn't long until snores can be heard.